Smile Friday
The Chris doesn’t have snow pants, so he wore reflective yellow rain pants with suspenders on the mountain, edition.
Starting new trends for ‘tubers, one day at a time.
5 days ago | 10 notes
Smile Friday
The Chris doesn’t have snow pants, so he wore reflective yellow rain pants with suspenders on the mountain, edition.
Starting new trends for ‘tubers, one day at a time.
5 days ago | 10 notesWhen I am feeling meh, Chris will make mini playlists of songs for me and sends me the YouTube videos via gchat.
He takes his selections very seriously.
This is today’s favorite.
6 days ago | 5 notes
A dollface in media just sprinkled these free lift tickets to Mt. Snow on my desk.
YAYYYY bunnies!
Girls weekend, mid-March, attendees confirmed. Yipee!
6 days ago | 6 notesMost of the time, I feel like a pretty damn lucky human. I’ve got every single tangible thing people strive for- a job they love, a warm home, a solid car that runs…
But for the last few years there has continued to be an ugly, nagging little wound that reopens and festers every time I think I might actually be making peace with myself.
Divorce.
There really is no way to describe divorce other then ugly. If parents don’t make this choice without deciding beforehand that the peace of their children is their first priority, it’s inevitable that the children end up suffering- much more then the parent.
In my situation, it’s a constant battle of “what am I in this relationship?”
The parent or the child? The mentor, the counselor, or the role model? The sister or the worried friend? The glue keeping everything together, or the cloth that’s worn too thin?
When can I be the child? The one that needs support, explanation, and consideration?
Divorce doesn’t mean that you get to wipe your slate clean and start over- or at least it shouldn’t. Your children are permanent. It doesn’t matter if they are 2, 16, 23, or 45- they are your children forever.
I am tired. Tired of the battle when new significant others tear apart what threads of a family we have left. Tired of trying to understand when they exclude, insult, and just don’t care.
But mostly, I am tired of being the one to deal.
I am ready to be the child.
1 week ago | 14 notes
Currently pining over this chambray dress from the L.L. Bean Signature line (think L.L. Bean, but updated for the new millennium. No tank suits or pleated slacks). The pre-launch items they’ve listed so far are genius- like classic pieces from JCrew, but with the added benefit of L.L. Bean’s unmatched dedication to quality.
My parents bought my brother and I L.L. Bean backpacks when we were in kindergarten. When I was in high school, the zipper on mine broke. I sent it back, and they sent me a new one, in a bigger size, in the color of my choice (my taste had changed since kindergarten!), for free. My friend Greg wore a plaid shirt from L.L. Bean from the ’70s when we were in Vermont a few weekends ago. Unreal. Now, you buy a $90 sweater from JCrew and it looks like a dish rag if you wash it twice.
I love buying from stores with the confidence that my purchase is really guaranteed. Plus, this dress is seasonless! Spring with flats and a cute undershirt, summer with flops and sunnies, and fall with tights, boots, and even a cute vest or long sweater in the winter.
Since I can’t buy anything until July, I sent the link to my momma with the subject line “Happy Easter?” What?! She gets free shipping!
1 week ago | 9 notesI love this story. Whether you like their pizza or not, you must admit that this is a stellar example of integrated, socially responsible marketing.
Perfect storm of social media, traditional advertising, and public relations. Even better that it actually produced a tangible, impressive ROI.
1 week ago | 6 notes
GPOYW: Weekend getaways are good for the soul, edition.
1 week ago | 10 notes
My blog just turned 1!
*this is the generic post that Tumblr provided me. Does the trick.
Happy Birthday blog!
1 week ago | 10 notes